Anyway, I got down to the Natural History Museum and a couple walking out had caught my eye. It's at times like this that I wish I had a built in camera where when I blinked it would take the picture that I'm looking at and then photoshop it in my brain to look exactly how I am picturing it to look and then somehow I would connect the USB to my ear and then put the picture on my computer so I can download it on my blog...but alas, noone has made such a contraption yet...just give it time though. They will.
Let me try to describe this ridiculously adorable couple. They were around 80 years old. He was probably taller in his days of the War, but because he has huntched down so much, he is now as tall as she is and they were both taller than me. He had white hair which was covered up with a fisherman's cap. Though I am not sure what was on the front of it. He wore khaki's and a button down shirt that was untucked. She, who was also wearing a fisherman's cap, had dark, black hair. It was curly and course. She was also wearing khakis and an untucked shirt.
But what caught my eye about these two is that they were holding hands. :O) It kind of looked as if they were holding hands just to hold each other up while they were walking. But I had to smile because they were holding hands...and then my mind stared to think. And thus has conceived this blog.
This couple was definitely in their 80's. I had to wonder how long they have been married. What their story was. How many kids did they have? What are they doing now? How did they meet? Was it an immediate attraction or did she play hard to get for a while. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it when I see older couples still holding hands and obviously in love with each other after 50 some odd years. To me, hand holding is so precious. It's more precious than sharing a kiss. There is just something so innocent with holding that person's hand. It says, Hey, I like you and want you near me. I want to make sure that you are by my side even when things are hard for you and for me. I want you to know that I will take care of you and lead you. It says protection and comfort. (Now, for those guys out there who actually might be reading this incredibly estrogen-filled blog, you might be thinking that what I described about hand holding says COMMITMENT. Don't let that scare you. Though, for my Christian bro's, I am confident that word won't scare you as I have seen your commitment to the Lord and to your job and to the ministry of the church. Why would a woman be any different?)
But for those who are dating...or married...or practically everyone out there. Isn't the first time you hold hands with your boyfriend or girlfriend exciting?!?! It puts you right on cloud nine.
But what happens when you're married for 5, 10, 15 1/2, 60 years? Do you still want to hold hands with that person? Is it still exciting? Why do people who are dating always hold each other hands, but you don't see many married couples hold hands? My parents never hold hands and it drives me nuts! I wish they would more often. I absolutely hope that when my hubby and I turn 80 something that we will still be the crazy kids we were when we were young...still holding hands. (Granted, that is pending on whether or not the Lord decides to bless me with a hubby)
So, when I turn 80-something and if the Lord has placed marriage in my path, you better believe that I will be holding his hand. It might be to help him walk, but at least I'm doing my job as an Ebenezar (help-meet). But more importantly, because I am a romantic, I will be holding his hand, because he I will love him and he will be just so darned precious!
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2 comments:
that's beautiful. i'm a sucker for those scenes too... my brain thinks like yours and wonders what their story is... wonders about the history that's there. (oh & there is such a contraption you were wondering about - it's called an iPhone.)
I fully plan to be just as romantic @ 80. I was even thinking about it tonight. Me & my wife were walking downtown tonight for a while... it was a beautiful night. I couldn't think of anything better than walking close to my best friend & holding her hand. I don't take it for granted.
cool thoughts & thanks for sharing them.
(oh & ebeneezer's that u referenced in an earlier post is awesome!)
well, ben and i are going on 8 years and you are right, we hold hands way less than we used to...but we still do.
The excitement you feel early on turns into a feeling of comfort and security...you hold hands when you walk down the street just because you love each other, you hold hands while you are sitting together waiting anxiously for good news OR bad news. There is alot of comfort in holding hands-and sometimes it is just to help hold each other up, in one way or another.
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